End of Day Four
The Ichomancer bursts into Vincent's living quarters. "Vinc-"
A black mass slams into her, sending her flying back into the hallway. The Telemancer rolls out of the way just in time, spluttering out curses. The Aliud shrieks, a tentacle ripping open to form a mouth. It snaps once before diving to tear out the Ichomancer's throat.
"No," comes a command from behind. The room burns bright with the colors of the sunset and the Aliud is blasted away with a beam of light.
She snarls, arms and legs shifting like liquid to right themselves underneath her. A rumbling hiss emits from her as the light fades.
Vincent is surrounded by a ring of light, the Solmancer's power floating beside him. The Ichomancer breathes in a sigh of relief.
"Vincent," she starts again, "the Syndicate is still..."
"I know," he says before turning to the Aliud. "Why didn't you tell me she was resurrected?"
The mass kurrs in response, folding in on itself. Half of it shifts upwards in some sort of shrug.
He grits his teeth and places a hand on the Bard's shoulder. "Come in. You too." He nods at the Telemancer. "Tell me what happened."
It is sundown before the three arrive at the meeting hall. There is gasps of confusion at the return of the Ichomancer and Vincent waves away the questions.
"I have only a day to live," she says. "I would like to spend that day finding the Syndicate. Avenge myself if you will."
"So I am sure you have deliberated by now. Let us not waste time." Vincent starts the vote.
And it ends in a tie. The Voodoomancer and the Telemancer glares at each other from across the room as the light touches both of them in turn. Vincent shakes his head.
"This is... unfortunate. I'm afraid we can't act on these results. We must hope the Syndicate are not successful tonight."
The vote ended in a tie. There is no lynch tonight.
